In about 3 days, a month’s exhaustion is healed
A love that didn’t work out, and the cowardly story I engraved
I’m spending my life peering out from behind the stability I live in
I hate those old doors that disguise themselves as passion and lies

Even if people calling me useless could make me stop regretting things
I’m drowning in a dream that I can never get a taste of
I won’t say I want to erase every single one of my memories
But there’s a biting pain, this urge is hurting me again

If an unyielding love will save the world
Then the question “What do you love most?”
Doesn’t mean anything

A lonely poppy speaks sadly of “love” and “romance”
My heart is the colour of tears
Now I think of it, I’m laughing at the new day being born
Without realising that I’m fated to burn and wilt

“I have no regrets…” I know that’s not true
I’ve thrown my vague words into a sea of chaos
Even if I cover it up by putting myself down, the dream I wanted
Shattered in an instant with the careless lies

If I just pour out my love into the sunset sky
The fluffy, hazy moon looms unexpectedly easily

I’ve lost my way of mixing with people, I’m a poppy
Blood red, in spite of myself
Not daring to say that the season will pass
I realise that two tears have spilled over

If an unyielding love will save the world
Then the question “What do you love most?”
Doesn’t mean anything

A lonely poppy speaks sadly of “love” and “romance”
My heart is the colour of tears
I’ve realised that I’m destined to burn and lose my petals
So I keep praying to the moon as it begins to shine